I'm in the middle of a travel triangle between Richmond, Kansas City, and LA for work. Every now and then I get to come back Chicago to shower, and nourish my soul with the city's wonderful cuisine. When it comes to cooking, I'm having problems figuring out what to make, because I don't want to waste my one chance at home cooking on something that could be bad. And I'm scatterbrained from never knowing what time it is.
Lucky for me, a new farmer's market, the Glenwood Sunday Market, opened about 50m from my front door. If this doesn't get me cooking, nothing will.
I decide to make tonight's dinner purely from market items, so I can be a good locavore before I spend the rest of the week being exactly the opposite. After a stroll down the street, I realize that it's too early to think. I've been craving a BLT sandwich, so I decide to make something along those lines.